play “who let the dogs out”
So, it only took half a year to the day I got my first Artful Dodger CD, but I finally had the chance to see him spin last night at Sno-drift. Three feet away from me, no less. And if we arrived at the club just ten minutes earlier, we would have gotten in for free with the coupons that we had. The Artful Dodger. With him spinning, three feet away. Rad. Now, if you’ve never been to Sno-drift before, there are two types of people there:
- The people who have come for the sole purpose of seeing the DJ
Perfect example: The cute Irishman with the very dialated eyes, stammering up to me and my friends. “Artful Dodger fawkin’ RULES! When he plays in London, he has these big invitation-only parties that go for four hundred dollars a ticket, and all these people fawking love him but the only people that can watch him spin are fawkin’ British celebrities and Americans are fawkin’ stupid for not knowin who the Artful Dodger is, well not you of course because you’re here but…” He went on talking for another 20 minutes, muttering something in his thick Irish accent about David Gray and Paddy Casey and how much ecstacy he took in the past 6 hours. Belinda later caught him in the DJ’s booth, snorting something with the MC. God Bless America. - The people who have come for the sole purpose of looking beautiful
Because, you see, Sno-drift is apparently also where the ex-dotcom yuppies and the hip crowd goes, in their satin shirts drinking their martinis in plastic cups.
Perfect example: The beautiful six foot tall blonde woman, casually walking up to the DJ’s booth. She mutters something to the DJ and he shakes his head. She says something else, longer this time, and the DJ frowns and again shakes his head no. She frowns, turns around, and walks away, in the way that only beautiful people can walk away. I obviously wasn’t able to hear what they said, but I can only imagine what the conversation could be.Beautiful girl: Can you play “Who Let the Dogs Out?”
DJ: *shakes head*
BG: But I really love that song. “Who Let the Dogs Out” is a beautiful song. I will give you 14 lines of cocaine if you play me “Who Let the Dogs Out.” Woof. Woof. WoofWoofWoof.
DJ: *frowns, shakes head*
BG: hmmph. *walks away*
I’m sure that by now, everyone British is rolling their eyes at me because it’s the Artful Dodger, while all the Americans are rolling their eyes at me because they have no idea who the fuck I’m talking about. Hey, at least I’m not talking about the war.
